Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

After I got home I spent the rest of the morning in getting ready for Kinkie’s Kabal dinner, and in looking at the funny papers.  After dinner then we went over to Kinkie’s.  When we arrived, only Bud and a fellow called Sinclair were present besides our host.  One by one, however they came in, and after talking awhile, we were told to go in to dinner.  This was a very delightful performance.  The only flaw for me was that I picked the wrong piece.  To be sure it was the thigh, but it was tough – yes I forgot to say we had chicken -. After a few ineffectual hackings I devoted myself to the rest of the dinner, which was certainly fine.

After dinner we assembles in the parlor.  Here we sat around and talked and conversed, spoke, communicated – wait till I get the dictionary; - in order not to make this description monotonous I must find a variety of words – ah here we are: we discoursed, conferred and rumored; and then we prated, colloquolized, chatted, and conversed.  Then to break the monotony, Kinkie and Sinclair sang and played on the piano; but they broke the monotony so long that it became monotonous – any way you put it, it was monotonous.  Joe escaped by saying that he had to paint some tally cards (he was